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Sinead Halpin Clinic Report: Canter, Corner, Contact … Cold!

With the help of some comically oversized Carhartt gloves, Sinead Halpin braved the icebox to teach a clinic last weekend in East Tennessee. Yours truly was among the clinic participants, and while I pawned the task of a full report off to organizer extraordinaire/straight-A clinic student Katherine McDonough, because my own fingers were still too frozen to type, I must add my own abridged testimonial that I was thoroughly dazzled by Sinead’s pedagogical poise. She was focused, thoughtful and articulate, and she approached each horse/rider combination with individualized interest. We all walked away with a replenished training toolkit and a jumpstart on the 2018 season. Come back soon, Sinead! Now passing the talking pillow to Katherine …. –LW

When I texted Sinead a screenshot of the East Tennessee weather forecast for the weekend of her two-day show jumping clinic, her response was short and appropriate: “OMG.”  Now, it’s not news that eventers are tough — we compete despite broken collarbones, persevere through tough times, and ride in all weather. But. This weekend was extra cold. Let me just say for the record right now that this bunch of riders, volunteers, auditors and clinician were as crazy tough as it gets.

Undeterred by the temps, everyone put on as many layers as they could, grabbed a quarter sheet for their steed, and gathered at Erika Adams’ Yellow Wood Farm in Lenoir City, TN, for two days of instruction from Sinead (interspersed with lots of hot chocolate and as much soup as we could eat — shoutout to Pat Sandlin and Tom and Sue Adams!).

Sinead wearing all the clothes. Photo by Katherine McDonough.


After a nice warm up watching the riders and their horses, Sinead brought them together to discuss priorities when jumping a course. “What’s the first thing you think about when you enter the ring for show jumping?” she asked. “Remembering my course,” “Fence one” and “Not falling off” were frequent replies. But the answer Sinead was looking for was “My canter.”

“There are so many things we need to be thinking about all at the same time that sometimes it becomes too much and you can just blackout and quit riding. So, instead, we’re going to channel your nerves and focus on one thing at a time — your canter, the corner, and then your connection. If you have the right quality of canter for you and your horse, you use your corner effectively, and you establish a good connection in the contact, the jump will take care of itself,” she explained.

Sinead had the riders work over cavalettis and small grids. She wanted everyone to call out “canter” when they felt like they had the quality canter they needed for the exercise, “corner” as soon as they were thinking about their corner, and “contact” as soon as they felt a solid connection in both reins once through the turn. If it felt like you didn’t have the right canter, you waited to say “canter” until you did. If you didn’t think about your corner soon enough, you wasted an opportunity for balancing. And if you never established a solid bilateral contact, you didn’t have a straight horse to the jump. Distilling all of the things we have to think about into sections of priorities helped clear the riders’ minds and focus on one thing at a time. It also pointed out that if you’re still trying to fix the canter at the point of contact, you’re too late and you’re stuck with the canter you have. So, it really highlighted the importance of getting that canter early.

The exercise proved extra tough for some the riders because of having to call out “canter, corner, contact,” and eventually, calling the lead on which they wanted to land. Some of us talk all the way around our courses, or count, or sing, or silently repeat a mantra. And others of us do what Sinead warned us against — blackout. Making us actually say the priority aloud added an extra challenge that illuminated when we blackout — which was usually when things went pear shaped. If riders kept thinking about the next priority of canter, corner, contact, they could work their way back to a quality canter and fix it, instead of feeling victimized by a bad course. (This exercise also pointed out those of us who have trouble identifying our right from our left under pressure … ahem, guilty.)

Photo by Katherine McDonough.


Though the temperatures remained cold, the sun came out for day two making it feel like we were basically in Florida (right??). The coursework built upon the exercises from the day before — get your canter, think about your corner early, and establish a contact, call your lead. Like the day before, when things started to go awry, Sinead helped us focus on one thing at a time. “Get your canter. Now you’re in the corner. Take a feel.” Breaking a long course down into small definable pieces really helped the riders focus on one thing at a time, which actually made the whole course have better flow.

Before doing a full course, Sinead had the riders work over two jumps with placement rails to solidify the aids and the three Cs. It proved to be a challenge for horses and riders for different reasons. Some horses used the turning exercise to settle while others worked on being sharp off the landing to reestablish the quality canter.

Sinead was quick to holler “I can’t hear you!” when riders would stop identifying their canter, corner and contact in an effort to be sure they weren’t in blackout mode. And she challenged them to call their lead earlier and earlier. And almost any time things weren’t quite right, it was when the rider quit calling out and, therefore, thinking about the priority. Sinead pointed out that if you say the three Cs aloud enough, eventually you will say them in your head and you won’t have to say them aloud. (I can see us Sinead clinic go-ers finding each other at shows all year as we say “canter … corner … contact” all throughout our stadium rounds!). But for now since this was new to us all, we needed to say them aloud. Now, she also said that this does not take the place of knowing your course. Saying “canter, corner, contact” does not magically help you know where fence four is. It is important to do that homework beforehand.

Here is the Cliff’s Notes version (Do kids these days even know about Cliff’s Notes?? #ImOld)

  • Your quality of canter is priority #1. Set yourself up for success.

  • Don’t underestimate the value of a corner. And if you have a long approach, try to find a way of making one.

  • Bilateral, even contact helps create a straight horse. Don’t forget to re-establish that coming out of a corner.

  • Don’t blackout. Make an effort to think about what you’re doing and what comes next.

  • Sometimes it’s better to focus on the quality of the canter than making the striding work when schooling, especially for a green or nervous horse. It’s better to get a five in the four but have a confident quality ride than make the four happen no matter what.

  • Every transition is an opportunity for training. Don’t waste them.

  • Tailor your warm-up to your horse’s needs. If you have a horse that tends to be too quick, use lots of turns in your warm-up. If you have a horse that needs to be kicked into gear, focus your warm-up on forward-thinking lines. But always remember that before a canter can be closed, or shortened, it must be opened first. Otherwise, you miss the opportunity to engage the hind end.

  • An anxious horse can’t learn. There is no way a horse can learn unless they are at a 6/10 or below on anxiety. Above that, they are just reactive and can’t be thoughtful. And to learn, they must be thoughtful.

Upon reflection, one of my friends who also rode with Sinead this weekend summarized the takeaway perfectly: Don’t dwell. “I think I figured out the point of calling out things. Don’t get stuck worrying about one thing. When the priority shifts, so should your brain. Like, don’t try to fix your canter when you’re at the point of contact, etc.,” she said. And I completely agree. You have to shift your focus as the course moves along. You can’t lope along thinking about that crappy ride to fence five. You need to think about #1 My canter. #2 The corner. #3 My connection. #4 Where am I going next. The shift in priority has to move as you move. Dwelling will only make you a victim.

Huge thank you to Sinead for sticking it out in our cold temps, to Erika for the use of her wonderful facility, to all of the riders who not only participated but helped their fellow riders out in a pickle, to the barn moms and dads who made the drive in the cold, and to all of the volunteers who helped set jumps and made soups!

‘I Found My Joy Again’: Back on Course at Jump Start H.T.

Katherine McDonough and Red. Photo by Xpress Foto.

When I saw my pictures from cross country at Jump Start in September, I knew I had to buy them. There was a series of shots of Red and me approaching and going through the water that just cracked me up. My face, y’all. It was hilarious. They chronicled a series of emotions that spanned only four or five seconds but were six months in the making. As time passed, and I pulled up the pictures to look at them again, I realized how much they really represented. They were the turning point in a tough six-month journey of getting myself back to competition.

Allow me to explain my face in those pictures. I was in the lead heading into cross country, the final phase of the weekend, and I had walked the course my standard three times. I had my plan As and plan Bs. I was worried about the approach to fence four and my very first open oxer at #10, but other than that, I surprisingly felt OK.

As I was warming up, my coach Erika Adams, leader of the Road Less Traveled Event Team, joined me after doing some recon work and matter-of-factly said, “OK. The water seems to be a problem.” I didn’t really understand what she could be talking about. The water complex was almost at the end of the course and seemed pretty benign. You canter in, canter out, and have a nice log stack about three strides out. What’s the big deal?

At this point, I began to pay attention to the announcer, and word started to spread through the warm-up. Sure enough, Erika was right. Many horses, from seasoned veterans to green beans, were having trouble there. My fellow riders and I started talking with each other asking which route they were taking — Are you going in front of the Training log or around it? — and catching riders as they came off course: Did you make it through the water? Which route in did you take? This entry point, that entry point — it didn’t seem to matter. For whatever reason, on that day, that water was scary.

Now, Red is a seasoned guy. He knows cross country and has never been funny about water. But this was the new water at the Kentucky Horse Park, and he had honestly never seen it. And while Red is completely genuine, and I trust him, he’s got a spook in him. I couldn’t take anything for granted. I was in the pressure spot. It was mine to lose.

I was not expecting to feel such a competitive rush as I headed to the start box. I went into the weekend with a very philosophical view — I simply wanted to complete the event. Finish with a score. You see, in March I had a very bad fall. The kind you dread. I had just gotten on and was walking around the arena on the buckle, talking to Erika and my friend Mary Hollis when we went to walk over a pole. The sun on that crisp early spring evening cast a perfectly black shadow on the backside of the pole, and all I can think is that poor Red thought it was a ditch. From a standstill, he leapt over it so high that Erika thought I had walked up to the vertical next to it and jumped it. I wasn’t the least bit prepared for such a move; I was catapulted, did my best impression of a lawn dart, and landed head first. Hard.

The days that followed included several doctor visits, lots of x-rays, a CT scan, diagnoses of a severe concussion and vertebrae contusion, and very worried parents. I spent nearly a week in bed, had a headache for six weeks, and acute pain for nearly as long. I kissed the helmet I was wearing when I fell, whispered a “thank you” to Charles Owen, and tossed it out. But it would be months before I bought a new one.

My blessed helmet. Photo by Katherine McDonough.

I opened another article that I wrote for EN with “I am your amateur’s amateur.” I compete at the lower levels with my one perfect chestnut unicorn. This sport is supposed to be fun for me, an outlet, a challenge, and bring joy. But suddenly, when my nose rubbed close to the worst-case scenario, I found myself reassessing. My fall didn’t happen because I was doing something extra risky or irresponsible. We simply walked over a pole like we’d done hundreds of times before, and Red just misunderstood. I began wondering if I could get back on.

Fortunately, I am surrounded by incredibly supportive people. Friends kept Red in work and checked on me frequently, telling me to listen to my body (I’m looking at you, Linda). I sobbed when I told Erika that I wasn’t sure I could get back on. And if I could, if I wanted to. She told me it was OK to be feeling that way. No one ever told me to just “get over it.” Everyone around me knew that I was genuinely having a hard time. Erika told me, “If all you do one day is put on your boots, tack up Red, and hand walk him around the arena, why that’s a huge win. Just take your time.”

Erin Liedle riding Red for me when I wasn’t ready yet. She threatened to steal him after this. Photo by Katherine McDonough.

I spent a lot of time grooming Red and watching friends ride him. As time passed, I began to think I could get back on. Not jump again, but get back on. I shook as I finally tacked Red up and led him to the arena several months after the accident. I cried tears of relief when I sat astride Red as Erika had one hand on my boot and one hand on the reins. I smiled as she led us around the arena. And step by step, I asked her to let go.

Beginner Novice at Jump Start became the soft goal — something to work toward, but not obligatory if I didn’t feel ready. Trotting led to cantering. Walking over poles slowly grew into cantering cavalettis. Before I knew it, I was jumping small courses again, Erika always making sure I wasn’t too uncomfortable. She was like the parent who helps you learn to ride your bike without training wheels — holding on and keeping you steady until suddenly, you realize you’re doing it on your own. I progressed from lessons, to a dressage show, to Starter at River Glen. Jump Start was going to be the show where I put it all together and faced my fears.

My first cross country school after the accident. Photo by Kathy Pate.

So, I meant what I said that I just wanted to finish. I am a super competitive person, and even though there was a part of me that shouted, Pfft! That’s garbage! You totally want to win!, I genuinely just wanted to get back out there; get through the finish flags on the last day and not only make sure I was OK, but remember why I fell in love with this sport to begin with. Emotions were running high.

So, there I was. Circling the start box, talking to Red and to myself. An odd calm came over me as they counted me down. For reasons I can’t quite explain, that water suddenly represented everything I had been through in the last six months — something that should be so normal causing so much trouble. I felt that if we could get through that water, that weirdly bogey water, we could do it — I could find my joy again. For a moment, I felt conflicted. Because as much as I wanted to just finish the weekend no matter where I placed, when I found myself in the lead, I also wanted to win. This wasn’t part of the plan! Don’t do something stupid trying to win and mess up six months of work getting back to this point!

When I was sent out of the box, the task at hand clicked back into focus. And as the jumps appeared and disappeared between Red’s perfect ears, I began to realize something — being on course was healing me. I didn’t have the bandwidth out there to think about anything else but Plan A and Plan B and Red and me. With each jump, my smile and “Good boy!” got bigger and louder.

With most of the course behind us, I approached the water. I sat back, gritted my teeth and said aloud, “You get in this water — you get in it!” I know I was saying it to Red, but I think I was also saying it to me. Red leapt into the water and I was overcome with happiness. In that moment right there, when his hooves cracked the surface of the water, it was as though my fears shattered right along with it.

When I cantered through the finish flags, I buried my face in Red’s mane, arms around his neck hugging him. I wanted him to know how grateful I was for him — the most perfect horse for me. When I did decide to get back on months after the fall, Red allowed me to take my time, never wavering, and helped me find my way back. We had a long walk back to the barns through the infield. For a few minutes, it was just us. It was perfect.

I know this sounds as cliché as it gets, but I really would have been happy to just finish. Winning was the icing on the cake at that point. The win didn’t matter to me as much as finding myself out there on course with my partner, surrounded by friends, teammates, my coach, and my folks stalking scores from home. It wasn’t just that they all understood what going through those finish flags meant to me, but that they all helped me get there in one way or another. Yeah, it’s just Beginner Novice; sure, it might not sound like a big deal. But it was an Everest to me at one point. And I managed to scale it.

Red’s blue ribbon! Photo by Katherine McDonough.

And you know what? It would have been OK if I decided to stop riding. And it would have been OK if I only did dressage. But, I did what I felt was right for me at a pace that was right for me. I said no to some things and said yes to others. I had my plan and I just slowly kept at it. Am I the same rider I was before my fall? No. But, I don’t want to be. I haven’t forgotten it, nor do I try to block it out of my mind or pretend it didn’t happen. I remember it so that it can make me a better rider. But I no longer allow it to have control. And, I am able to appreciate that, in some odd way, it has helped me.

In nearly every picture of me from cross country at Jump Start, I am grinning like a kid on a pony running in a field.

Katherine McDonough and Red. Photo by Xpress Foto.

I found my joy again.

Go you. Go Eventing.


Trotting Circles to the Left: A Lesson in Perspective and Self-Forgiveness

Katherine McDonough and Red. Photo by Lisa Slade. Katherine McDonough and Red. Photo by Lisa Slade.

I am your amateur’s amateur. You know the kind. I have exactly one horse named Red who is the kindest, most perfect, patient, forgiving teacher and partner I’ve ever had, and when it’s his time to go, you better get my room in the looney bin ready because I will be in a state.

I ride purely for the fun of it surrounded by a wonderful supportive team of other amateurs doing the same as part of the Road Less Traveled Event Team, all herded and coached by Erika Adams. My lofty riding goals include completing a Novice Three-Day and achieving my Bronze Medal in dressage. I know — watch out Tokyo.

Now, while those goals would appear to be fairly attainable, you’re looking at a woman who is notoriously hard on herself –- sometimes (often times?) to the point of destruction. While friends will tell you that I can be the biggest cheerleader for them, when it comes to cheering for myself, I am the worst.

Though I have incredibly kind and supportive family and close friends, I have spent a lot of time and energy putting stock in the toxic negativity of bullies I’ve encountered all throughout my life; believing more in their measurements of me than my own. And, I have learned that when you start to accept the distortion as truth, you become the biggest bully you’ll ever encounter.

Photo courtesy of Katherine McDonough.

Snuggles with Red. Photo courtesy of Katherine McDonough.

So, where is this going? Several weeks ago I had an ah-ha moment in my dressage lesson. But it wasn’t just an ah-ha for riding, but also for my life. I know, sounds a bit melodramatic. But, stay with me.

I have been struggling in my flatwork going to the left in all gaits and movements recently. I hit the peak of this frustration in my lesson with Erika and expressed it in a, typical for me, word vomit of self-deprecation. “Ugh I’m so annoyed! I’m so good to the right — my hands and arms do what they are supposed to do. And then I go to the left and I’m so bad! My left arm is just worthless and everything falls apart! Red doesn’t know what I’m asking and it just gets worse and worse. My right arm is so good and strong and my left arm is useless and weak!”

Erika let this abusive word vomit subside, looked at me, and calmly said, “Your left arm isn’t weak and useless. It’s actually strong and good at its job.” To which I gave her a yeah-right-you’re-just-trying-to-make-me-feel-better-nice-try eyeroll.

But, undeterred, she continued. “It IS. We have evolved to have one side of us be our stability and one side be dexterous. One side holds us firmly and steadily to the tree trunk high above the ground, and the other side reaches out and carefully picks the fruit. Your left arm isn’t weak. It’s really good at being the strong stable one — the steady outside rein. And your right arm is really good at picking the fruit — making the tiny changes on the inside rein. You’re not struggling to the left because your left arm is weak and useless. It’s because your left arm has a hard time picking the fruit and your right arm struggles to hold steady to the tree.”

And suddenly, it all became clear, and my dressage has been completely different ever since. Yes, my inability to make my arms and hands do the right thing was a training issue. But the way I was handling it was a perspective issue.

Katherine McDonough and Red. Photo by Lisa Slade.

Successfully cantering a circle to the left in a lesson this past weekend. Photo by Lisa Slade.

There was something in the way Erika explained it that day — she didn’t just tell me “Yes you can,” like a band-aid. She held a simple and genuine truth up in front of me, and helped me realize that my perspective was keeping me from figuring it out. The ability to fix my arms was within me the whole time; I just had to be willing to lay down my weapons and see it.

I was immediately able to forgive my left arm: to cut it, and myself, some slack. It’s not weak or useless or an alien appendage. It’s really good at being strong and steady. I was able to explain to myself what I needed my arms to do when going to the left. You see, when I quit hating my arms for being bad, and acknowledged them for their strengths, I began to ride better.

That moment in my lesson hasn’t left me, and I have thought about it every day since. I have spent a lot of my life feeling like I was or too much or not enough — too tall, not smart enough, too overweight, too loud, not ladylike enough, too single, too sensitive, not pretty enough, too impulsive — because at one point or another someone said it to me and I took it as truth. This negative self-image has (unsurprisingly) infiltrated my riding. But suddenly, like a switch, things changed.

I have carried this weight — this verbally abusive version of myself who has evolved and grown inside of me — for years. From my riding life to personal life, the negativity has always been with me, ready to spring into action and steal away something good.

And the worst part is that I kept feeding it. Tell me I look nice and I’ll immediately point out how I don’t. Compliment my work and I’ll shoot it down. Admire my riding and I’ll say how bad it is. Why couldn’t I just say, “Thank you?” Why couldn’t I just tell myself the words I’d heard two decades ago or even two years ago were nonsense and move on on my own?

Katherine and Red cross country schooling. Photo by of Kaylen Moon.

Katherine and Red cross country schooling. Photo by Kaylen Moon.

A popular theory out there suggests that once we love and accept ourselves, everything else will follow. I would argue that actually you need people in your life who help you find yourself when you’ve lost your bearings. These friends (family, teachers, coaches, mentors) aren’t afraid to hold up a mirror and tell you when you’re being too big for your britches. But they also help you restore the distorted image you have of yourself. I think that sometimes it’s harder to accept yourself on your own — you need honest people around you to reflect it back at you so you can see that it’s real.

What was so profound about that moment in my lesson was that I wasn’t just able to fix the way I ride to the left. I was able to reject the abuser inside of me. Now when Erika says that something was good, I take it in and feel it instead of rejecting it. When I finish a course or take a walk break in a flat lesson, I make a point of acknowledging the things I liked about the work first. And when I do talk about what wasn’t so great, I make an effort not to be unreasonably hard on myself. And, amazingly, this new perspective has begun to extend to my life outside of the barn as well.

What I’m trying to say is this: we know that eventing is not a sport done alone, but it’s even harder to do when you keep feeding that pile of hurtful words on your back. And that stuff you carry around goes with you everywhere — from home to work to dinner with friends. And yes, it trickles into your time in the tack.

But what I’ve learned is that when you can shake loose that mountain of negativity you’ve allowed yourself to carry all of those years, that will trickle into your riding too. Sometimes you don’t realize that scars from years ago are keeping you from trotting a nice circle to the left.

Erika coaching members of the RLT team at a schooling day at River Glen. Photo by Katherine McDonough.

Erika coaching members of the RLT team at a schooling day at River Glen. Photo by Katherine McDonough.

But perhaps most importantly, try to find the people who don’t just help you achieve your goals, but the people who help you help yourself achieve them. After all — at the show your coach can’t trot the circles with you, and she can’t jump the jumps with you. So why would you want all of that negativity out there interfering with you instead? It has no business being there, because ultimately, eventing is between you, your horse, and the course.

Go you. Go Eventing.